Burning scents and fragrants of exotics flowers
An eerie music drifts from eastern tows
A whisp of trailing vail a muslim's evening whail
You in the midst of my mirage

Soft hands caress me through the mistic night
Warm lips that thrill me with such strange delight
My love's a dessert flower, that blooms for just an hour
Then fades and dies with my mirage

Frame as you are in my memory, just the thought of you awakes my desire
Longing to fan smoldering embers of dreams into reality's fire

Come to my arms and let my hands retouch
And hold again the love that hurts so much
The east sleep's in my mind, why can't I wait to find
You are real and this is no mirage